“I guess I can only sleep by the way I did in schools.” She pushed her another hand below her cotton panties. She shivered as she touched her warm...pussy.Her another hand pushed her t-shirt further up revealing her tit held freely. “I need a fantasy to get on..” Savita moaned as she caressed her tit the same way as she touched her pussy struggling to make herself wet.She started to picture her deepest fantasy. She fantasized herself in Africa enjoying the Safari.It was a good day and she was. She wasn't like me, but rather dark, like the original Goth Girl, with her painted face as she tried to imitate us. She had long black hair, straight and loose, with dark sunken eyes and prominent cheeks. Her body was neither thin nor voluptuous, but something more pleasing than either. She was beautiful and I'd detested girls like her in my former life, and it would take me some time before I could trust her the way Angela seemed to. But I trusted Angela, so there it was. I had little choice,. Come on up here, mydear," and Professor Taylor waved at me to come. To sustained applause,I hesitatingly walked up to the podium. Miriam and I had had a longdiscussion concerning what outfit I ought to wear for my big day, and wehad decided that I should wear a modest, beige sheath dress, so that Ilooked neat and unassuming. Underneath, I was wearing one of my everydaypanties and bras and a girdle and stockings. Miriam had made sure mymakeup and hair were nicely done.I looked out over the crowd. I'd unloaded on Thursday morning in central Michigan, then headed to Detroit to pick up my beer load. As always, the delays getting unloaded, the deadhead to the next loading point, the delay getting loaded had eaten a huge hole in my day. By the time I escaped Detroit and made it to eastern Ohio, it had gotten dark.To make the deal even sweeter, my A/C had taken a dump. The only cool came from my 2/60 A/C. That's two windows cranked down, 60 MPH. It was better than nothing, but not by a lot. I.